𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔-𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 [Karma x Reader]

ᴥ 𝑫𝒖𝒎𝒃

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It was just a normal day of school. You know, me and my best friend, Asano, walking over to the vending machine, to get some pocki.

As I walk, I'm scrolling through my phone. Then I hear Asano huff. I look up to see a redhead holding a box of strawberry flavored pocki, in front of the machine.

"Hey there, Asano~" the redhead greets teasingly.

"Hello, Karma. How's the E-class?" Asano responds with a chilly smirk.

What is happening here. I feel like it's a cold war kind of thing.

"Way better than the main campus. It's not filled with with smug little pricks, such as you. You know what I mean?" The redhead answers, whose name I now know to be Karma. Fuck the Cold War kind of thing, this is the real shit. Asano sighs in response.
"Who's this? Your partner?" Karma teases once again.

"That's none of your business, but they're my best friend."

"Really?!" Karma acts surprised "And they like to hang out with you?!" He says with the same hint of surprise laced in his voice.
"Be honest now, um... you?," he says looking at me "are you actually his friend or you're just in it because he's the principal's son? You know, he's a piece of shit."

"It's Y/n. And I'm his friend by choice, so yah, I'm fully aware he's a piece of shit." I say making me and Karma laugh as Asano looks down to the floor and feels betrayed.

After a minute Karma says "Well, it was nice meeting you, Y/n, I hope to see you around. Asano, my man, you can drop dead. Alright, I'm off, bye."

I chuckle and say goodbye.

We finally get to the vending machine. Damn you Karma, there's no more strawberry flavored pocki. I guess I'll just chose a different flavor.

"Why did you stab me in the back? I thought we were besties." Asano says in a dramatic way.

"Well, you see, we are, but... nothing he said was a lie. I've sworn to never lie again, the other day at church." I mumble.

"You don't even go to church."

"Hushhhh. Shut you beautiful, precious mouth, just pretend like I do." I say putting my index finger over his lips in a gay way.

"Whatever, I'm not paying for your pocki anymore." He said huffing and rolling his eyes.

"How can you be so mean to me? This just proves what Karma said is true." I say, now waving my index around in the air.

He flipped me off, deservingly 😔.

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We were now walking home together, eating our pocki and talking.

"I never asked..." I start, "is that Karma dude your friend?"

"No, we're more like rivals." He answers.

"For what I understood, he's in Class-E right?"

"Yah."

"The vibes you two give off feel like 'academic rivals to lovers' troupe."
And I feel a smack on my head.
I choke a little on my pocki "Ouch! What was that for?"

"For you to shut the fuck up. You think I would ever date him, of all people? I'm not even gay."

"You aren't?!" I ask shocked.

"No, I'm not. Wtf is wrong with you :|"

After a little while I talk again. "So, is he single?"

"I don't know. I'd be surprised he wasn't. Who would want to date that class-E junk?"

"Me, I would." I say lowly and quickly.

"What?" He inquires.

"What-" I repeat.

"You like him?" Turns out he heard what I said.

"No, I just think he's attractive. If he has a partner, they are really lucky." I say a bit frustrated by the idea.

"Bitch-" Asano says.

"What?"

"He's a Capricorn."

"So?"

"Forget it." He gave up on trying to explain me stuff long ago. "Just know he didn't go to class-E because of his grades, he went because of his aggressive behavior. Which means, he's smart and strong. I'd stay away if I were you. He could kill someone and not get caught."

"Stop- you're making fall in love with him." I say pretending to hide a blush.

"You're gross-"

This time I'm the one who flips him off.

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Hey, sexy bitches~
It's me, the author (;

First chapter.
I decided I wanted to do something different. Instead of asano being a crazy ex or an enemy, like in most fanfics, he's a bestie :3
Idk if you like it or not, I just wanted something different, cus Karma fanfics get repetitive at times - or maybe I just read too many. Oh well, it is what it is.